Wednesday, July 26, 2006

I've been desiring a change in blog location for awhile now, and I thought now would be an appropriate time. So here it is, The Boy Named Blue has moved onto blogspot. I'll be customizing this a bit more as I become more comfortable with html formatting.

Well, I didn't get the job at Northwest, so it's back to the great job hunt. Fortunately, I think I have some strong leads this time around. Granted, one of the jobs I applied for is no longer listed, but the other two are pretty secure. One is a job working with pre-press desktop publishing. In other words, one of my favorite parts of working for student publications. It's for a printing press here in Maryville, so I'm hoping they'll want me.

The other job is in St. Joseph at Best Buy. Back in May, I had pretty strong prospects there, but I was unavailable for an interview due to the fact that I was in Michigan. I'm back and they're hiring, so I'm keeping my hopes up. The only difficult part will be choosing between the two jobs (if it comes to that). I guess I'll cross that bridge when it arrives.

My novel has reached somewhat of a standstill as I find myself needing to do a little bit of research before writing any more. You see, I'm traveling through the past lives of the main character, but I need to have a better historical grasp of what he would have encountered. In addition, I'm trying to figure out just how many past lives an individual would have. I'm coping with the issues of gender change, species change and other variables that are throwing me for a loop right now.

In the interest of better understanding reincarnation, I bought a book on the subject. However, I will be returning said book because it's written by the leader of the Eck...something religious movement. Apparently he's the current incarnation of the highest religious being in the order. His arguments for reincarnation are a little too weighted in his particular religious views for me continue reading it. I guess I'm looking for something more philosophically based than religiously based.

I think the evidence for reincarnation is pretty strong, but there are a lot of people who are so ass-backwards in the idea that they're beginning to ruin its appeal. People claiming to be Anne Boleyn or the thief that ratted out Anne Frank and her family...we weren't all famous in our past lives. I'm fairly certain I was quite the fancy shit farmer in medieval times. Granted, I don't want my main character to have the most boring lives, but come on.

Monday, July 24, 2006

I'm trying to figure out whether I'm being pessimistic or realistic. I guess I just have to wait and see.

I read three poems this evening that I first read during my poetry writing course. Last year, they struck me as very stirring and provocative poems. Tonight I read them and had little response. I guess that's why it's so difficult being a poet. People's responses change over time. I hope I will be stirred by those poems again someday.

I have this urge to write poetry, but I'm trying to focus on my story. I only call it a novel in my head because it's nowhere close to being of novel proportions. That being said, there's still much to develop in this narrative. I really see it developing into a full-fleged book, but there's a lot of work between then and now.

Well, I don't know when they'll call tomorrow, but I suppose I should get some sleep in case they call in the morning. The wait for the news is almost over...now I just hope it's good news.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Well, tonight I wrote a meager 340 words on my story and then I came to a screeching halt.

The bad thing about writing a story as it comes to you is sometimes you need a jump start on the next scene. I stared at the screen for awhile, consulted my favorite book on novel writing for advice, and then decided to go for a run. I hoped running would give my mind time to think about where it's going next. Well, I put in three miles and came up with practically nothing, just vague ideas.

But it was not all for nothing. While showering after my run, I realized why I have not named my main character. It's funny how we have reasons for doing some things, but we don't always realize what those are until later. I'm less concerned about that now (and thanks to my lovely reader input), since I have a reasonable defense lest anyone challenge that.
Well, I might try writing a little bit, or I might just go to bed.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

I have a job interview at 3 p.m. I'm quite nervous about it. Actively finding a job has been one of my great projects since the beginning of April. This is my first interview that has come up because of said job search. According to my sources, there are two other candidates applying for the job. None of us have all the experience they are looking for, but I feel a little disadvantaged. I know I'd be great for the job, and I put a lot of thought into it before I even applied. Now that it's so close, I really want it.

Naturally, said interview is keeping my mind awake, and so I find myself in front of the computer at 2 a.m. once again. I say once again because apparently my muse thinks I'm in Europe or something and that this time of the day is the best time for me to write. I do have to give it credit, though. It is very quiet here at 2 a.m.

I've been wanting to watch What Dreams May Come the last few nights, but I shouldn't. The score from the movie is in my "Writing" playlist on iTunes, and my story revolves around the afterlife. These two components are very dangerous. I'm afraid if I watched the movie it would taint my story (more than it probably has already).

Despite my desire to see a movie that I shouldn't, logically speaking, watch, I'm very content with the way things are proceeding in my writing. It took me awhile to stretch my creative muscle, but now the words are flying from my fingers (as is obvious if you've seen one of my Xanga comments). I'm suffering from Montezuma's Literary Revenge, and I hope to never recover. That's right, I drank the water of inspiration, and I ate the worm in the tequila of creativity.

Well, I'm going to try to get some sleep. And who knows, maybe my job search will soon end.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Well, I submitted an application for the advertising manager position. I was on the fence about the position, but I decided that I could do it for a year. In a way, I feel like I haven't moved on from graduating, but I suppose it's better than being unemployed. So now, wish me luck in getting an interview and the job.

What else is up with me? I just finished reading Peter and the Starcatchers, which was pretty good, although more targeted at children. It's one of those books that I would read to my children at bedtime. Lord knows I wouldn't read them my current story. It's far too weird for children.

Speaking of my current story, I'm pretty happy with how it's developing. I went back through what I had started and wrote myself out of the corner I had developed. However, in doing so, I've slightly altered the plotline, and I'm trying to figure out where I'm taking it next. I suppose I should just start writing and not worry too much about plot holes at this point. I need to get the bulk of the story out on paper and then fine tune. It's a difficult step for me because I want everything to be right the first time. Revision, revision, revision...

Monday, July 03, 2006

Your Weekly The_Boy_Named_Blue Horoscopes (Vol. 1, Issue 3)

So I was sitting here this fine evening cooling down after a nice run when I realized that Your regular Friday evening horoscopes have been horribly delayed in publication. This is probably due to the fact that I was watching the cult classic Army of Darkness Friday evening instead of sitting in front of my computer. You have my utmost apologies.

Note: These horoscopes are based solely on scientific fact and should not be interpreted as fiction in any means. Avoid driving heavy machinery while under the influence of these horoscopes as drowsiness may occur.

Cancer (6/22-7/22) Okay, so I've been a little cruel to Cancer these last few weeks, and I guess it's time to make some amends and stop referring to you as Cancer the Tumor. Cancer the Crab it is. But never you fear, they have this special shampoo and comb just for you. This week: Avoid further exposure to dirty hookers.

Leo (7/23-8/22) Leo the Lion-O. I was in Movie Magic this week when I heard the ThunderCats theme song. That is perhaps the worst television show theme song ever created. Jeez, last week I give you crap about being overly effeminate, and these week I find out that you have horrible theme music. You kind of suck. This week: Bring me the head of Snarf.

Virgo (8/23-9/22) I hope you've atoned over the past week for your geriatric fling because you're going to need all the divine intervention you can get. With all the bottle rockets being shot over the Fourth of July holiday, it's fairly certain that at least one will hit the moon, knocking it out of orbit and sending it crashing into your house. With any luck, in the mass confusion following said accident, no one will realize it was your explosive fetish that caused this mess. This week: Lay low for awhile, and maybe find a safe house.

Libra (9/23-10/22) Libra the Liberator. It's your holiday this week, celebrate America's declaration of independence by declaring your own autonomy. You could start making your own toothbrushes out of twigs and cat whiskers or maybe you could be your own grandpa. Whatever you choose, make sure you wear clean underwear. You never know when you'll have to fling them at someone. This week: Seriously, clean your underwear already.

Scorpio (10/23-11/21) Scorpio the Oiprocs. Now, an oiprocs sounds just about as fictional as a capricorn, but I guess you have to work with what you're given. After all, you can't choose your birthday; you're not as talented as those Virgos, are you? Now, I'm not sure you can actually do this, but you might look into changing your birthday. If you can't do it legally, at least tell people it's a different day. Come on, no one likes an oiprocs. This week: Think about what you've done. After all, oiprocs hatred has to be a little bit your fault.

Sagittarius (11/22-12/21) Sagittarius, the most difficult Zodiac name to spell. Is it one "t" and two "r"s or the other way around? I guess you'll have to look here every time you have to answer that question. You know, the folks at the Scripps National Spelling Bee all know how to spell you, but they don't appreciate having to do it. Painful, just painful. This week: Make your own spelling be. Include fake words; that makes it more fun.

Capricorn (12/22-1/19) Capricorn the strange creature. I'm feeling rather uninspired by your sign. Perhaps this is because you too are boring. Now, I'm not one to point fingers because it's easier to just libel someone on the internet, but seriously, you need a life. I mean, I sat around all day watching TV, but you probably did something boring like hanging out with your friends or working. Jeez, that's dull. This week: Seriously, you need a life.

Aquarius (1/20-2/19) Aquarius the Nautical Superstar. Go to Wal-Mart and buy some Grapples. They're apples that taste like grapes. I'm serious. They're real. The reason why you need to eat grapples is because you aren't getting your daily recommended amount of fruit. I know these things, the stars tell me. This week: Seriously, if you don't eat enough fruit, you'll get scurvy.

Pisces (2/20-3/20) Pisces the a lot like Aquarius. Seriously, why did the Zodiac put two aquatic things together? This week: Move your sign further away from Aquarius. You know you're just trying to latch on to the more popular, scurvy-stricken kids.

Aries (3/21-4/19) Aries the Area Rug. This week, you'll probably just lay around letting people walk all over you. This is because you have low self-esteem issues. That's probably because you suck. Yep, gotta love good, old emotional abuse. This week: Gain some confidence; it's no fun knocking someone down if they're already at rock bottom.

Taurus (4/20-5/20) Taurus the Station Wagon. I'm sticking with this identification because I drove a Ford Taurus Station Wagon while I was in high school. What can I say, you were a shoddy yet relatively reliable form of transportation. Even today, I know I can depend on a Taurus to carry me and all my stuff. You just complain a lot more. This week: Seriously, no one likes a whiner. Shut up with the complaints already.

Gemini (5/21-6/21) Gemini the Multipack. You're great for every day, whether it's regular, light or heavy. You're dependable and you're guaranteed not to leak. Seriously, good job. This week: Pull the string.